nds of trouble? They
often die, and too often kill each other. Learn a lesson from this,
never to get angry, lest you some day kill your fellow-creature.

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THE CANARY.

Little Amelia was told, one beautiful spring morning, that she might
take her bird into the yard. She had not been out of doors for a long
time, so that she was very much delighted with the prospect of playing
freely in the open air. She had no brother, or sisters, but she loved
this bird almost as well as herself, and never seemed to be lonely with
his company. She carried her little round table out upon the green, and
placed the cage upon it, so that little Jess might breathe the fresh
air, and see the sunshine and flowers once more.

See her stretching out her hand to feed it; then she will bound away to
the other end of the yard; the more she frolics, the louder will Jess
sing. So they will both enjoy themselves in the bright sunshine, till
school begins.

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FREDDY TAKING A RIDE.

But, what kind of a horse is that? Oh! it is a dog! Just hear Fred talk
to him.--Go along, Bright, he says.

Bright must be a smart dog, to carry a boy six years old, all over the
farm. Freddy's father owns that house. You see a large green in front--a
fine playground for Fred. He ought to be a very grateful boy, to have so
nice a home.

Just see how steadily Bright carries him along, in his fine carriage.
That was a present from his father.

I hope Fred will always be a good boy; and that, when he grows older, he
will be able to repay his father for all these good things. Little boys
should always remember how much they owe to their parents, and try to
please them in every thing.

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GROWLER.

Speak, if you want it; you won't get it till you do. Why don't you mind
me? _Speak_, I say. So said Joseph Mecklem to his dog, which he keeps
all the while chained to his kennel. Growler is a fine hunter, and a
good watch-dog. His master is giving him lessons every day; he calls
them his eating and talking lessons.

Growler seems to be very happy, though he is kept close. He barks and
growls, in the night, at every little noise he hears, and will not allow
any body to come near the house. Strange that Growler can be so
contented; he is better than some boys, who cry because they have to sit
still, on a bench, a few hours every day, to study. How would they feel,
to be always chained to the bench, as